Mysticism Poem by Green Peace

save me from all sinister glares-
something that always hears
that mocks, tantalizes, pans only
the simplicity ornate, embodied involuntarily

along with the feats, heyday heavily pregnant with sophistry and artificiality
they wander this paradox!
save me from this overwrought, perplexing astonishment
save me from all lampoon judgements, criticism, queries

that bleed my soul
and make me what I'm not
save me from the windy contradictions
that seems awaiting like a vast devastation.